An ode to our destroyers is in order. Though I myself could never be one, I do see their value. Stand assured I have NO intention of destroying anything, except of course quite possibly a delicious cake.
Though horrible and cruel, though vicious and vile, destroyers have their place in our far from perfect world. They kill, thus taking away a human life, but as they do so, they also teach us the value of said life. We value our own and those around us so much more. No more are there forgotten birthdays and holidays lacking family. They teach us how to be human, while doing the exact oppisite. Without comparison how can you tell light is light? Light needs dark just as we need destroyers.
So a world of heroes would be quite the horrible place to go. A world of light would pounce on any slight shade, any slight difference, preceiving something more than what was actully there. Rules would be vicious and cruel while giving the air of justice and honor. A world without freedom, and justice without freedom is doomed to fail. A world where everyone must be a hero is a world without sincerity. It becomes a world of duty and not a world of love. People do as they must, not because they could.
Smiles behind bars so lovley. A cage of gold is still a cage in truth. One that is so much harder to escape. No one will understand evil, no one will understand the things that they guard against. Temptation is more seductive without our destroyers there to blacken our stage. Sins are only sins because we know what they mean. We know what happens when we indulge. Sins of the evil therefore make us all that much more honest.
Our dear destroyers set the contrast as we set the brightness.
As they induldge we appall, and thus we complete each other.
They are our bastards, our villians, our virulent dictators, and persons most foul. They are the scum, and yet they are the saviors of us all though it may not seem as much. They save our humanity as they waste their's away. They show us how low we can fall, and thus how high we can go. God needs the devil, and we need our terrorist. We will never applaud them, we will never congratulate them, nor will we give them the time of day.
So I toast them. I give them few precious words, but I will speak of them no more. They belong in our shadows as we belong in their light.
So be gone destroyers. Ave atque vale. Go back to your shadows.